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A Teacher Blackmailed Ch. 01

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Tiffany Jones is a twenty two year old teacher who recently landed her first job. As she sat in her car outside Haven Meadows Secondary School, the same school that she attended when she herself was a student, Tiffany sighed and prepared for her career in teaching. Tiffany was lucky in that she recognised most of the teachers from when she was a student, so this helped settle her nerves and soon she considered herself part of the faculty.

Being a naturally shy and timid person, Tiffany worried that when she started her job she might struggle to control some of her students. But those fears soon faded away as the students realized that she was a really nice person, who legitimately cares for each and everyone of her students, and would do anything to help any of them out; she soon found herself one of the school's more popular teachers.

Out of her control was her natural beauty. Being a little self-conscious, she preferred clothes that covered herself, choosing trousers and baggy long-sleeved tops on most days. She was, by anyone you would ask, a very attractive young woman. She kept herself in great shape by playing tennis, going to the gym, and eating a healthy diet. Her brunette tresses were waist length, thick and slight wavy, and her fabulous smile, radiant skin, dark brown eyes, and generous 32C cup breasts were in perfect proportion to her toned 5' 2" frame.

Tiffany had moved back to her home town for a fresh start. She thought it best, not only as it was closer for her new teaching job, but for months rumours about her boyfriend cheating on her had kept rearing their ugly heads. While there was never any actual evidence of his infidelity, she thought a little distance between the two of them would give her time to think and, maybe, give her a chance to get out and live a little. Maybe meet someone new. Her boyfriend David chose not to follow her, but was still less than a half hour drive from her new home. His plumbing business was well established and he didn't want to pack up shop when he was making good money.

Next door to Tiffany was Matthew, a student at the same school. He was eighteen and in the sixth form. Matthew was always a bit of a loner at school, and he spent most of his school life hiding away from the bullies in the computer room, honing his already very impressive technology skills. Like everybody, Tiffany always found Matthew to be slightly odd, but always seemed harmless enough to her, so when she had a barbecue to help her settle into her new home, she thought nothing of inviting Matthew and the rest of his family to their big 'welcome to our new home' party.

Last Friday, Tiffany gave Matthew detention. He arrived 10 minutes late to class... not for the first time. Tiffany was fair, but took pride in making sure her classes started on time and without interruption. Tiffany would have given him just a warning, but his nonchalant attitude when he finally appeared for class without so much as an apology, drove her over the edge.

Unfortunately for Tiffany, inviting him to that barbecue was her downfall. Matthew snuck into her bedroom and planted a tiny webcam on her dressing table. Ever since he has been spying on the young teacher, and has hordes of videos and photographs of her semi naked and completely naked. The student as since been spending nearly every day jerking off over his teacher.

The detention infuriated Matthew and he vowed that she would pay for giving him a detention, as it led to him being late for his weekly trip to a technology show.

Matthew spent over a week planning his revenge. Then, on a Sunday night he put his plan into action, creating a secret email account and blocking the I.P. address to make sure that there was no way of tracking him. He sent Tiffany an email, attaching several of the pictures and videos of her that he had, along with a message: "who would of thought a teacher could be so sexy." Then, he waited to see if his beautiful teacher would take the bait or not.

Next door, Tiffany was busy preparing for her classes the next day when her phone beeped as the email was received. Opening the message, her hand went to her mouth in both shock and horror as she read and saw what the email contained. After a few minutes of blind panic, she composed herself and decided to see if she could find out who the email was from and what they wanted.

After what seemed an eternity, Matthew received an email back from her. "Oh my god, who are you and where did you get these pictures?"

"Less of the questions. I'm the one who asks the questions around here, and my question is what are you willing to do to stop these from not only appearing on the internet but also throughout school?"

This message didn't surprise Tiffany. This was new for her, but in a way she was expecting a response like that. She replied once more... "Anything, what do you want? Money? Grades?"

"Anything" is exactly what Matthew wanted to hear. He started to believe that his blackmail plan might just work. "Neither. You're a very sexy woman, and I think you should show it more."

Using this response to try and trick him, Tiffany sent another response... "Okay, tell me where you live and I'll come over and show you whatever you want to see."

Matthew read her email and as elated. He started to write his response thinking about all the things he would do to her. Then suddenly, reality dawned on him as he realized that she only wanted his address to find out who he was. He couldn't risk being in trouble with not only his parents, but the school and the police too.

"Nice try. I meant you should show your body off more in class. Do you have a mini skirt?"

Tiffany's heart sank. "No I don't."

"Well, I suggest that you buy one. Tomorrow for school I want to see you in a mini skirt, a thong, no bra and white blouse that leaves nothing to the imagination. If you don't, then I promise your pictures will go on the internet and copies will appear at school."

Tiffany didn't respond and spent the entire night going back and forth on whether to humour her blackmailer or not. In the end, she decided to stand up for herself and went to school in her usual attire.

Matthew was waiting near the school gate, spying on her and was furious when he saw what his teacher was wearing. Deciding that she had to be taught a lesson, he watched her take her usual route to the staff room for her coffee. He rushed to her classroom and left a naked picture of her on every desk.

The colour faded from Tiffany's face when she entered the room and saw the naked pictures of herself. She now knew that whoever her tormentor was, he was serious with his threats and quickly picked up each picture, stuffing them all into her handbag.

Now a nervous wreck, she quickly pulled out her mobile and sent an email. "I'm so sorry, please I'm begging you don't show anybody else those pictures. Tomorrow I will come dressed as you want, I promise."

A huge grin came over Matthew. She was now complying but for her testing him, her humiliation would be much worse than what he had originally planned.

Tiffany spent the rest of the day looking at her phone, desperately awaiting another email that didn't come until her final class. A class which Matthew was in. He could see how desperate his teacher had become and emailed her. "You have made things so much worse for yourself. From now on I own you. The next time you deny me, I'll make sure everybody sees these pictures and videos of you."

Matthew could see the mixed emotions on her face as she read it. She was both relieved but horrified at the same time. She quickly replied. "Okay, anything you want I promise." As she sent the message her eyes scowled the room to see if any of her students were on their phones. But nobody was. Everyone, including Matthew, had their heads buried in their books.

When he arrived home Matthew emailed his teacher. "I want your mobile number now."

Tiffany was reluctant to send her mobile number to a student, but at the same time she didn't dare test them again, so she sent her mobile number in response.

Matthew now knew that she was falling further and further into his trap. Feeling brave, he immediately replied with his own mobile number... and a demand. "Send me a selfie of yourself topless with the word "SLUT" written on your chest in bright red lipstick. Send it to my phone. Now."

Tiffany's eyes welled up as she read the email. She knew that whoever was blackmailing her was serious. She went to her room and drew the curtains, before sitting naked in front of her vanity. She wrote SLUT in big letters on her chest and took the selfie. She had never felt so humiliated in her life and she started sobbing the moment she heard the sound effect. She couldn't bring herself to send the picture until she received yet another message. "Now, or else."

She closed her eyes and pressed send, feeling so worthless and cheap. Matthew, on the other hand, was elated. Closing the curtains had done nothing for her as he watched it all. Her undressing, writing on herself, taking the picture, and her sobbing as she sent it.

The following day, Tiffany arrived at school feeling completely on display and out of her comfort zone. She had done what was asked of her, and wore a short denim skirt that covered her thighs all but two inches above her knees, a black lace thong, no bra, and a nice white blouse with frilly accents. The blouse didn't cling to her, but Tiffany was very aware that her bra-less chest would definitely show if she bent forward.

Matthew was in her final class before dinner, and was delighted when he saw his teacher walk in. She looked amazing, and her breasts looked great. The lack of a bra meant her breasts swayed in all their natural glory and her nipples pressing against the thin fabric.

Tiffany started to blush as each and every boy, as well as some girls, had their eyes glued to her revealing attire. She tried her best to teach the class but it was obvious that nobody had any interest in what she was saying. They were ogling her. Undressing her with their eyes. Viewing her as a sex object. Finally, with half an hour of the class left, Tiffany told her class to read their books and study as she sank into her chair and hid as much of herself as possible.

Matthew, realizing what she was doing, called her over for some help. Reluctantly she rose to her feet, and she bent over the table to look at his book. Matthew couldn't help but stare at her huge breasts as they hung down and pressed against the fabric of her blouse. When she noticed him staring at her breasts Tiffany quickly stood up straight and blushed before returning to her desk. When the class finished, Matthew waited for everybody to leave before he approached his teacher.

"I'm pleased that you wore what I told you to." he started.

"It's YOU." she screamed.

"Yeah it's me." he replied, smugly.

Tiffany wasn't one to usually curse. Even her closest friends had never heard her swear before but she was so angry at him. "You bastard, I'm going to have you expelled."

Matthew smirked before he replied. "What you need to remember is that you texted me last night with that slutty picture didn't you? I think the headmaster might have something to say about that... don't you?"

"I'll show him the emails they prove that you blackmailed me." she fired back.

His fingers gripped her cheeks with a vice like grip and barked. "What emails? If you check you will find that I have deleted all evidence between us. So if I was you I'd be a good girl and do as I say."

He released his grip on her cheeks but still she sat in silence. She knew that he was one step in front of her. She also knew that if that picture she sent last night was seen by anybody, her life was over. "Please, delete that picture I will still do as you say. I promise."

"I can't I'm afraid. I don't have that phone on me it's in my bedroom."

Hearing this gave Tiffany an idea. She knew that both of Matthew's parents were at work as she saw them leave. She would rush back home, and destroy the phone and all the evidence along with it. She raced home and walked up to Matthew's home to ring the doorbell just to make sure the house was empty. After ringing the bell another couple of times, Tiffany was convinced enough that nobody was home so she began searching for a spare key. She looked under the doormat but she was having no luck. Just as the young teacher was about to give in, she noticed the lounge window was slightly ajar. "Bingo." she smiled to herself. She glanced around then leapt swiftly through the window and inside.

Her heart was racing. She couldn't believe that she had broken into her next door neighbours house, but also felt this was her only option. Not wanting to spend any more time inside the house than she needed to she sprinted up the stairs, found Matthew's bedroom, and found what she was searching for. His other mobile. She grabbed it and raced down the steps and out of the window, lowering it back to the position it was in before.

As she started to walk down the path, she felt very happy with herself. With a huge grin on her face, she rounded the corner to go across to her own house when a voice stopped her in her tracks.

"What are you doing here, Miss Jones?" Her stomach dropped and not for the first time today the colour from her face faded as she turned around and saw Matthew in the back garden sitting at the picnic table.

Tiffany panicked as she saw Matthew stare at the mobile in her hand as he rose to his feet and walked towards her. She threw the gadget onto the concrete and stamped her heel several times into it until it was shattered into several pieces.

Once more the teacher felt in complete control. "What are you going to do now, Matthew? You have nothing over me now. Enjoy your final day at school. I'm going to make sure I get you expelled."

Matthew though just laughed loudly at her which infuriated Tiffany even more.

"What on earth do you have to laugh about?" She barked. "Didn't you hear me?"

He pointed up to a security camera which was pointing directly at the back of the house. "I guess I forgot to mention that my father is very security conscious. He won't be happy when he views the tape, as he does every night, and sees his next door neighbour... my teacher... breaking into his home and smashing up my mobile."

Tiffany looked up at the camera and realized Matthew had her; she had walked straight into his trap, and there was no denying the footage those tapes would play back. She knew this would be her career over, and she would have to leave the village with her reputation in tatters. Worse still, unlike Matthew, his father, Billy, was a huge, stocky bloke with a thunderous temper; Tiffany would be the first to admit that she was intimidated by the man.

"Matthew. Please I'm begging you. Wipe the tape. Please. I promise I'll do anything." She pleaded.

Matthew grinned. "I also thought I should tell you that the mobile you just smashed has nothing on it. All the videos and pictures are actually on my laptop. I'm starting to think that you actually want me to show you off to everybody..."

"Please, I swear I'll do anything you want." as tears began to form and roll down her cheeks.

"So, from now I own you?" He asked.

She nodded her head in agreement before meekly answering. "Yes, you own me."

"You are my slutty teacher?"

She blushed and could hardly form the words. "I'm your slutty teacher." she responded.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me, then. " She hated what she was about to do, but she knew she had no choice. She sunk to her knees first and then got on all fours. Her long brown hair grazed the ground as her large boobs swayed. She reluctantly crawled over to her pupil feeling completely helpless and defeated.

"Get up and bend over the picnic table."

Tiffany looked around hoping that someone would come and save her, but nobody was there. Just the two of them. "Please, don't make me do this." she begged.

"It's your choice." He stated, looking at his watch. "But, my father will be home in less than ten minutes. Do you want him to find the footage of you breaking in?"

That was the last thing that Tiffany wanted so she quickly rose her feet and bent over the table. She could feel the warm summer breeze on her buttocks as her lifted her denim skirt up and over her hips, revealing her black thong and her perfectly pert ass cheeks. Her body shifted as she felt his warm hand gently massage each of her cheeks and patted her inner thighs enough to make her spread her legs.

"Are you ready to be punished?"

"Yes." she cried.

"Arrggghhhh." She whimpered as his hand came down hard onto her left buttock, leaving a large red hand print on the cheek. "Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh." She cried even louder as his hand spanked her opposite cheek.

"Have you learned to not disobey me?" he asked as he alternated spanks on her delicate cheeks.

"Yes! Dammit, yes!" as she cried tears of pain and humiliation.

"Good. Back down on all fours. To finish your punishment you will clean my shoes. They need to be clean for when I return to school."

"B..but I don't have a cloth." she said, looking confused.

SMACK, SMACK. He delivered another hard spank to each of her buttocks. Each spank was met with a loud shriek of pain as Tiffany's bum cheeks now felt like they were on fire.

"Use your tongue then."

Tiffany wanted to refuse such a demeaning act, but her career and personal life hanging in the balance, as well as her butt stinging from the spanking it had endured, made her submit. Dropping to her hands and knees again, she glanced up at Matthew, hoping he would change his mind. His emotionless expression told her otherwise. She stuck out her tongue and grimaced as she slowly licked his shoes, tasting the dirt and grime.

After only a few seconds, he instructed her to get up again. His hand rested on her butt as she rose to her feet, and she gasped as he gave it a gentle squeeze. "You can go now, but take those panties off before you get back to school. I'll be checking so don't try to disobey me."

"Okay", she nodded... defeated.

In her car, she lifted her hips and removed the thong. She cried as she read yet another text from Matthew. "I'm looking forward to the final lesson of the day. Make sure you have your mobile on as I will text you instructions during class."

Tiffany threw the phone onto the back seat and buried her face into her hands and sobbed to herself. 'How did I get myself into such a mess?' she wondered to herself.

Once back at school, she fixed her make up and soon the lessons started to fly by. That is, until the final lesson of the day. She sat, hoping and praying that Matthew wouldn't appear. Obviously he did, and made sure to wink at his teacher as he walked past. He sat smugly in his usual seat in the far back corner of the room.

The first ten minutes of the lesson were uneventful. Tiffany had to mark papers, and had the class reading a chapter of their book. "Miss Jones, could you come over here a moment please?" Matthew asked.

His words made her heart flutter. She knew that he had something awful planned for her, but not wanting to draw attention to herself she just walked over to Matthew.

"Keep your eyes on my paper. Don't you dare move those eyes or pull away from me." He whispered.

She did as he said and slightly bent over as she pretended to look at his paper. Her eyes were locked on his paper. He put his right hand under his desk and grazed her inner thigh. She remained motionless as his index finger slowly slid up her thigh under her skirt and towards her naked vagina.

Tiffany started breathing heavily as he reached her pussy and started to softly massage the bald slit. "You're wet, Miss." he grinned. Tiffany couldn't deny this. For a strange reason, the thrill of being exposed left her body betraying her even though the thought of it all repulsed her. She hated Matthew and what he was making her do, yet her body wanted him to take her from behind right there and then.

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